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"Oh, that." She shrugged. "It was a present from El Jerko, aka Eric Sinclair."
"Eric Sinclair? As in the Sinclair?"
"Guy gets around," Daniel muttered, then gasped as a fiend licked his hand with
her cold tongue. "UhЕ nice kitty. Go away."
Andrea, puzzled, said, "But Eric's the consort ofЧ"
"Let's not talk about it," the blonde said thinly. "Look, you're just going to
have to take my word for it: I'm a vampire. TheЧuhЧthe queen." She choked back a
giggle. "Believe me, I know how it sounds."
"This isn't fair!" Andrea wailed. "I come all this wayЧI was scared, but I came
anywayЧand you won't take me to the queen! You're just playing games!"
"Look, babe, do I have to write it on my forehead? I'm the queen. I sicced these
guysЕ" Indicating the fiends. "Е on Nostro. They had him for lunch. I didn't
know that by doing that I'd end up the queen; I thought I was just saving my
friends. Now I'm stuck with this fucking crown and that sneak, Sinclair, and
frankly, I'm pretty pissed off about it!" She was shaking her perfectly
manicured finger in Andrea's face, while Andrea was trying not to vomit from
being so close to the woman's cross. "So believe me or don't, but either way,
get lost!"
"Perhaps I can be of some assistance?"
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh!" all three of them howled in unison.
Andrea literally couldn't speak, and Daniel was busy sucking gasps of oxygen
into his lungs. So only the woman whirled on the darkness that had approached
them. "God damn it, Sinclair! Stop doing that! And stop following me, it's so
fucking creepy and you know I can't stand it!"
"Good evening to you, too, Elizabeth. Away, fiends," he said, snapping his
fingers, and the poor things scattered.
"My heart," Daniel muttered, "is not having a good day."
"I do apologize," Sinclair said smoothly. "I didn't mean to startle you.
Elizabeth, aren't you going to introduce me to yourЧ" He saw Andrea and his
black eyes narrowed. "You. Iowa?"
"Yes, we ran across each other there, sir," she said faintly. It made her
extremely nervous to be chitchatting with the king. He was just as terrifying,
just as powerful, just as frighteningly polite as he had been that long-ago
snowy night. He was, in fact, everything Elizabeth, the One, was not.
"You seem better now. In fact, you're a couple of years ahead of schedule." He
carelessly turned his back on her. "Why are you here, Elizabeth? We have staff
to take care of the grounds. If you won't live here, why can't you stay away?"
"If you won't fuck off and die, why do you keep bugging me?" she snapped back.
Andrea was filled with admiration: the woman seemed more irritated than
terrified. "These guys are here to pay homage to theЧ" She gnashed her teeth and
finally spat it out. "The queen, but they didn't believe me when I told 'emЧ"
"We believe you now," Daniel and Andrea chorused.
"Oh. What gave it away? My innate royalness? My fabulous highlights? My shoes,
did you see my shoes?" She propped one of her feet up on its heel, showing off
her slender ankle. "Aren't they cute? I knew if Kate Spade put her mind to it
she could do decent pumps."
"Actually," Daniel said, jerking a thumb toward Sinclair, who looked gratified,
"it was him."
"Welllllll, isn't that great." Elizabeth, the One, scowled at them, then whirled
on Sinclair. "Dammit! You told me this was going to stop eventually! It's like